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Ahhh, much cooler today. I like the cool. I don't like sitting around in a pool of my own sweat. Actually I'm not sure if it's cooler or if it's simply that there's airflow and less humidity. Either way, works for me.

... you know, I started this post and I just now realized I have absolutely nothing of interest to say. Well, one thing.

almightyhat once commented that I was good at writing men. I happen to be bisexual, so is that fellow wandering around currently flirting with both Daniel and Lu. Although lately I've started to wonder... am I/are we bisexual, or just balanced? Do I write men well because I observe well or because I'm (for lack of a less flaky term) equally in tune with my masculine and feminine? Is there as much of a difference between the sexes as the feminazis and the misogynists would have us believe? Why is this? Why does gender, at least in matters of habit and romance, simply not matter? For either of us? For that matter, why is the chief voice, main muse, etc in my head a man? And a very masculine man, at that.